My Dad and my brother during a birthday party. I’m not sure whose birthday. Possibly my sister’s. My Dad at his best. Enjoying a joke (probably his own and probably REALLY, REALLY bad). One of the few without a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

The earliest photo of my Dad, on the right, at age 2 with his sisters, Amy and Mehru. Probably his birthday photos.

And doing what he liked best, aside from working. On one of my birthdays, in Luskville, Quebec.

My Dad and I had an odd relationship. I didn’t realize how much he meant to me until my birth father arrived back in my life, in my 20s. We had kind of come to understand each other just before he died.

When my birth father died, I thought it would be worse when my step-Dad died but i would be able to manage. I didn’t realize I would lose him just a month later… or that my life would come to a screaming halt.

My mother is now 86 and I don’t know what I will do when she goes… I know how bad it was when my Dad died.

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It’s Mom’s 87th birthday, today! We had a scare last week when we went out to see our friends in the band play and after a lovely evening despite her having found a band-aid in her pizza (her dinner and wine, including a complimentary wine to make up for the band-aid, was free). Just as […]